>>18265965"You can smell what?" Nikki starts laughing, "Oh that's rich, coming from the woman that's spent most of her career around a coked up slob from the dryshite of a country that is England. A woman who publicly stumbles around like a teenage boy rambling about 'tits and pussy' and how much she wants to have sex."
Nikki leans in close to Miss USA. "Even my Lonelyfans subscribers have more dignity than that. And if she was as desperate as her little benders would suggest, I don't even want to imagine how low her standards must have been, and what she may have resorted to, and what you may have caught from her, if you two ever really bonded as a team."
Nikki glances across at Priscilla, who seems to be rapidly losing interest, having seemingly satiated any desires she had to hurt Miss USA by dragging her so brutally to the dungeon. A few of the servants enter, and Nikki backs away as they place the still handcuffed Miss USA on a wheelchair, and start to wheel her away.
